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Eight Flashing Lances

A Song of Eight Cases of Freedom from Impedance, Exemplified by a LanceWhich Meets No Hindrance When Flourished in the Sky

To that paragon, the dharmakaya, treasure isleTo the treasure too, samboghakaya’s range of formsWho as nirmanakaya fills the needs of beingsTo the precious lord, I bow respectfully

Decisive understanding of your basic beingNo bias towards samsara or nirvanaConviction reached, you change your mind no moreThese are three which render view unhinderedLike a lance that flashes free in the open sky

Cutting through the root, it holds its own groundSixfold consciousness unspoiled by artificeFree of effort aimed at recollectionThese are three which make meditation fully freeLike a lance that flashes free in the open sky

Experiences just naturally unhinderedFree of fear, depression, and anxietyThe triumph over all perceived/perceiver splitThese are three which render conduct fully freeLike a lance that flashes free in the open sky

The kayas five pristinely self-occurringDirectly manifest through your experienceAmbition for achieving buddhahood consumedThese are three which make fruition fully freeLike a lance that flashes free in the open sky

Transgressions, downfalls, pure from the beginningExperiences stainless clarity and emptinessWhen you have made your peace with self-importanceThese are three which make samaya fully freeLike a lance that flashes free in the open sky

Self-concern’s ambitions are exhaustedUplifting waves of love without contentionTireless, relentless, not self-seekingThese are three which make compassion fully freeLike a lance that flashes free in the open sky

The murkiness of clinging clarifiedCauses and conditions, like reflectionsKnowing what to do and not, that subtle artThese are three which make relations fully freeLike a lance that flashes free in the open sky

Prayers of aspiration long sent wakeningWhatever’s done contributing to benefitEffortless spontaneous performanceThese three make activity unhinderedLike a lance that flashes free in the open sky

This tune upon this well-known site in ChungkarThat tells of eight whole lances flashing freelyBorne on the blessing waves of able gurusAppeared in mind and now’s been put to song